I have driven through the village of Montagnac-la-Crempse on a number of occasions, up through the narrow, steep, streets and past the church which has been carved into the crest of the slope. The church being the highest point of the village has sweeping views over the village and the wooded Crempsie valley.
By the standards of most churches in this Region this church is quite small. It has been slotted into the slope giving the steps up to the arched front door a disorientating asymmetry that is both disturbing and beautiful.
On this particular, golden, Saturday the church had been prepared for a wedding. From inside came the sounds of the choir rehearsing. A few family and guests flitted in and out of the cool interior. Outside there were cut fir trees on either side of the door, decorated with family photos.
A flowing carpet of evergreen leaves cascaded down the steps. I looked in detail at the photographs hanging in the trees. These consisted of individuals, groups and portraits taken during wedding celebrations, of what appeared to be, a single family over a very, very long period of time. Some even showed this church decorated as it now was.
It was delightful to see traditions like this being so unselfconsciously continued.